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The boy who got shot in his dreams.
The boy who got shot in his dreams.
The night falls yearning, like curtain closing to a long-suffered theatre play. He feels the weight on his shoulders lessen, at last. Now taking his time, contemplating, getting lost in his thoughts was all allowed again. In bare daylight it was completely forbidden by the mind police, the ones who controlled all of our deviant thoughts and tamed them to work. Now it feels right, it feels ok to cocoon in the warmth of our bedroom, with a dim light we snug in between soft blankets and pillows, to fall, fall far away into a new world. The transition is unfelt, nothing left behind, missing nothing, attached to no one, the boy finds his way there like when you are too hungry at midnight, and end up in the kitchen, effortless, painless.
Walking into a tropical forest, the colours are incredible, vines of fluorescent green bushes and multicolour flowers climbing around every tree trunk, they seem to approach him closer with each step he takes. Walking in deeper, he realises he is not alone, without turning around, yet he can already feel this warmth in his heart, the one you feel when you know company is right on your shoulder. He keeps on walking, discovering, without a course, solely with magic of living energy. The forest vegetation is so dense that visibility is limited to a single meter, every step unveils a new world similar to the one before but not the exactly. A little slide of his right foot rushes his body down a small slope, revealing a paradisical jungle oasis, crystalline water flowing into a small pool surrounded by soft rounded fresh stones. Sort of like avatar jungle world, if you have seen the movie the water shines more than usual, and the plants seem to have this layer of sparkling glitter on them. The boy finally turns around to realise that the crowed that accompanied him was narrowed to a handful of close friends, amongst them a nymph like girl completely unknown to him, he had never seen her or heard of her before, how did she make it so deep into his forest without him even noticing. Maybe she was already there, and he never even bared to notice. But in that instant, when he looked back at everyone, there was the strongest connection, like a tied red thread between them, so strong they were physically pulled together. When he turned, she was already face to face, the strength was now nuclear, countless lifetime stories of wondering souls were shared just in a look, in a grin, the beating of their hearths synced into the same pace, and the tiny soft hairs on their skin rose to look up to the sun before them. It is strange how in dreams rationality of the wake world doesn’t really matter, everything seems possible and normal, even the strongest feelings seem to be just as it should be. They walk a little more now side by side, it seems as the crowed behind them has dissipated into to the vegetation, to lend them alone the totality of the stage. Together they flow up the steps of a lonesome but impeccable cabin, there is the strict minimum to live only, in this house a room, a open space with a pair of chairs, a table and a cold water sink on the backside terrace. They enter small, squared room, with roof windows. In it only sunlight illuminates a shy side of the room, they push together the only mattress lying on the floor and lie side by side under the afternoon sunlight, reflections on wet green leaves create a slow flickering visual symphony. The clear and bright light slice into the room, they are cold but the winter afternoon atmosphere fills the space with hope. Inside them the feeling is boiling, about to overflow, so she grabs his wrist as if he was going to run away, the boy eyes close softly and she feels his lips meet hers, conversating, begging her to stay. So she does, with her breath she comes even closer, and lets him know like a secret, beside his ear, that she won’t go away. His cold hand reaches tight to the hollow space between her back and hips, hers go around his neck so tender but lethal. Now time only twists and turns, deep breaths and whispers echo around the drywood walls, gravity seems to disappear, and he can see her face in all angles, how long would they stay in the room, maybe for eternity, maybe they have already spent eternity there, because in the split second their lips touched time did not make sense anymore, for them, together.
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